"It was a young gentleman. You can see the specific details on the card…" the flower delivery guy tried to squeeze in, but the man blocking the door didn't budge. Looking up awkwardly, he hadn't finished his sentence when he met a pair of gloomy eyes and couldn't help but shudder, swallowing the words he was about to say.
However, the next moment, Bo Fengheng darkened his face, slightly stepped aside, and then with a "bang," the door was slammed shut.
"…" The flower delivery boy was startled, feeling an inexplicable chill run down his spine.
"He's not quite right in the head. You don't need to mind him. Weren't you going to sign for the delivery?" Mu Yin reminded with a smile, her pale face regaining some color.
Against the backdrop of pink roses, she looked even more charming than the flowers.
The flower delivery boy snapped back to reality, not dwelling on the incident. He smiled slickly, "Just sign here, and I wish you a speedy recovery, beautiful!"
